I used to type at least 60 words a minute a few years ago. I know that because I would start over every time I made a mistake. That's how I know how well my accuracy was, but enter that seizure I had I had ten years ago, and it's become a struggle.
I'm not going to give up and just accept this as is. Hell! If I did that, I'd never have been anything in life: a heavy metal vocalist and guitar "star" in my neighborhood (pity clap). Hell! I even taught myself how to play leads-I couldn't imagine that!
Meningitis destroys your brain as quickly as the Japanese destroyed Pearl Harbor, but I somehow recovered from that in 1971. I was in youth sports through the 1970's as part of my physical therapy. It took me two years to learn how to ride a bicycle, okay?
Well, it's over forty years later, and I'm right back where I started. My fingers miss keys. My manual dexterity sucks like a hooker. Dory the Fish has a better short-term memory than I do, but I'm at the Master's level in school now.
Well, you'll be damned-especially when you find out that I never did drugs.